Thursday, August 14, 2025

A Job

 

A Job

 

I was between jobs and didn’t really know what to do. I went for a run around the block. Huffing and puffing I double climbed the stairs back to my apartment. A moustachioed man was banging hard on the next door. I shakingly turned my key to my tiny fortress of solitude. Would you like a job?

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